I have already told the story of the Coronel action and I will not tell it again. Von Spee held off so long as the sun behind the English gave them the advantage of light, and did not close in until the sun had set and the yellow afterglow made his opponents stand out like silhouettes. He could see them while they could not see him. During the action, the light cruiser _Glasgow_, with which I am mainly concerned, had a very unhappy time. The armed liner _Otranto_ cleared off, quite properly, and the _Glasgow_, third in the line, was exposed for more than an hour to the concentrated fire of the 4.1-inch guns of both the _Leipzig_ and _Dresden_, and afterwards, when the _Good Hope_ had blown up and the _Monmouth_ been disabled, for about a quarter of an hour to the 8.2-inch guns of the _Gneisenau_. Her gunnery officers could not see the splashes of their own shells, and could not correct the ranges. When darkness came down it was useless to continue firing blindly, and worse than useless, since her gun flashes gave some guidance to the enemy’s gunners. At the range of about 11,000 yards, a long range for the German 4.1-inch guns, the shells were falling all around very steeply, the surface of the sea was churned into foam, and splinters from bursting shells rained over her. It is a wonderful thing that she suffered so little damage and that not a single man of her company was killed or severely wounded. Four slight wounds from splinters constituted her total tally of casualties. At least 600 shells, great and small, were fired at her, yet she was hit five times only. The most serious damage done was a big hole between wind and water on the port quarter near one of the screws. Yet even this hole did not prevent her from steaming away at twenty-four knots, and from covering several thousand miles before she was properly repaired. I think that the _Glasgow_ must be a lucky ship. After the _Good Hope_ had blown up and the _Monmouth_, badly hurt, was down by the bows and turning her stern to the seas, the _Glasgow_ hung upon her consort’s port quarter, anxious to give help and deeply reluctant to leave. Yet she could do nothing. The _Monmouth_ was clearly doomed, and it was urgent that the _Glasgow_ should get away to warn the _Canopus_, then 150 miles away and pressing towards the scene of action, and to report the tragedy and the German concentration to the Admiralty at home. During that anxious waiting time, when the enemy’s shells were still falling thickly about her, the sea, to the _Glasgow’s_ company, looked very, very cold! At last, when the moon was coming up brightly, and further delay might have made escape impossible, the _Glasgow_ sorrowfully turned to the west, towards the wide Pacific spaces, and dashed off at full speed. It was not until half an hour later, when she was twelve miles distant, that she counted the seventy-five flashes of the _Nürnberg’s_ guns which finally destroyed the _Monmouth_. I am